Hate, With Passion (Editing)

Chapter ~ Seventeen: Smiles, with Tears

Hello everyone, I know this is a litlle late to what I promised, but I just added something quickly to it xD Hopefully you'll like it.

As everyone knows there has been a few changes, like I got rid of the red pouch and also I've slightly changed Christof's Character. Also there were more bits on Saniya's past, well that was in Chapter one so yhhhhhhh :D

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HERE IS CHAPTER SEVENTEEN !!!!!

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The rain had become icy blades cutting into my back as we neared the fortress. My fingers and toes were numb, and cold shivers ran along my skin, underneath my clothing. The rain had caused the ground to become slippery, watery mud, therefore my boots squelched in each step I took.

My clothes were soaked, they were stuck to my skin and I wrapped my arms around me tightly as I tried to stop my body shaking. I rubbed my arms, in an attempt to produce body heat, but my hands were so cold I could not feel anything.

My teeth kept chattering so I gritted them together; however my jaw was still shivering. I was looking down at my footsteps, my vision was blocked by the mess of wild, wet hair plastered to my face and I was far too cold to move it.

I was very tired, too tired to keep the same pace downhill. But a slight kick on my heels or a grunt from behind kept me from slowing down. I could hear my breathing, but from inside my body. The deep sound was in rhythm with my loud heartbeats.

Thunder and lightning had ended long ago, now only the roaring of the rain and splashes of mud were filling my ears.

I thought about all that happened today; how everything had been played out and what had actually occurred for all of this.

My mind drifted back to when I had tried to escape and I had ended up listening to their conversation, Christof’s conversation. I narrowed my eyes as recalled what he had said, the way he was so easily going to destroy the village and kill anyone.

Although as I thought about the Witch, it almost seemed that Christof was saving them, was he? Was he helping someone out, why? I scrunched up my eyebrows as I thought harder; maybe he wanted something, maybe he had a bad score with her, maybe she did something to him.

Or he might be not as heartless as I think.

I shook my head instantly at that, strands of black hair flicked water about. No, he is still a Pirate, a Man after all. I pricked my ears as I heard his footsteps behind me not so far away.

I lifted my eyelashes to see where we were. The trees had cleared and the fortress could be seen now, we were almost there.

With the last amount of strength I could muster, I willed my muscles to move.

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As I came round the front of the Castle, I could hear arguing and shouting. Confused, I walked a little ahead to see what was going on.

There was Aiolous and a few others quarrelling with some villagers. I tried to get myself closer to hear what there were saying. The man arguing with Aiolous was shorter than him and he had his arm wrapped up in rags of material.

He seemed furious for some reason, and Aiolous was trying to calm him down. As I got closer I stood within the gathered crew members, watching intently as everyone else.

“LOOK what you all have done, you damned Pirates have destroyed everything!” the man shouted, a frightened, bruised woman was hiding behind him.